Feeding her fingers through his, Claire bit her lip against what would probably be a really goofy grin and gave Damon's hand a return squeeze. Even the pressure on her brain seemed to lift for a moment.
"You big softie. That's got to be the sweetest thing anyone's said to me in.. ack, non-cooperative brain cells," she grumbled, rubbing her forehead with her free hand in an attempt to get rid of the fog, then swatting Damon when it didn't work. "Go on, shoo - get yourself some food before they run out."
Damon jiggled her other hand a little, their fingers still entwined. "I may be needing this."
She knew he was right and she didn't want to keep him from food, but for some reason Claire didn't want to let go. It was bad enough that she'd lost her hug, though the poor guy would probably keel over backwards if he didn't eat soon. One last squeeze and she let go, looking away in embarrassment.
"You'll be back soon, right?" she whispered, suddenly nervous about being in this room without a friendly presence. It might not be that room, but it wasn't far off, and even House had kept it from feeling like something of theirs. There still weren't any windows and it smelled just the same. Maybe he could show her the way outside, to get some fresh air.
"As soon as I'm able," Damon reassured her from across the room, accompanied by the sound of an opening door. "I promise."
"Great," Claire mumbled, though she really was thankful.
Then her head swung back to the door, just before it shut. "Uh, Damon?"
"Yes?" He ducked his head back into the room, looking a little anxious.
Oops, maybe I scared him.
"I, uh, just wanted to say thanks. For what you said before?" Claire blushed again, realising that she should have said this at the time rather than ten minutes later. "It means a lot."
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[Claire] Reconnecting, continued (tag MB, open)
Date: 2006-08-24 01:46 pm (UTC)"You big softie. That's got to be the sweetest thing anyone's said to me in.. ack, non-cooperative brain cells," she grumbled, rubbing her forehead with her free hand in an attempt to get rid of the fog, then swatting Damon when it didn't work. "Go on, shoo - get yourself some food before they run out."
Damon jiggled her other hand a little, their fingers still entwined. "I may be needing this."
She knew he was right and she didn't want to keep him from food, but for some reason Claire didn't want to let go. It was bad enough that she'd lost her hug, though the poor guy would probably keel over backwards if he didn't eat soon. One last squeeze and she let go, looking away in embarrassment.
"You'll be back soon, right?" she whispered, suddenly nervous about being in this room without a friendly presence. It might not be that room, but it wasn't far off, and even House had kept it from feeling like something of theirs. There still weren't any windows and it smelled just the same. Maybe he could show her the way outside, to get some fresh air.
"As soon as I'm able," Damon reassured her from across the room, accompanied by the sound of an opening door. "I promise."
"Great," Claire mumbled, though she really was thankful.
Then her head swung back to the door, just before it shut. "Uh, Damon?"
"Yes?" He ducked his head back into the room, looking a little anxious.
Oops, maybe I scared him.
"I, uh, just wanted to say thanks. For what you said before?" Claire blushed again, realising that she should have said this at the time rather than ten minutes later. "It means a lot."